[ Well that was rude. Sam gave the mare an admonishing look, not that she particularly cared. This whole leading a horse to water thing was a pain in the ass. When a car needed a drink you just filled it, none of this asking it politely business. Although if petrol stations were watering holes, the Impala would never have made it anywhere near as far, considering her gas guzzling ways.

Sam didn't exactly miss out on the second spray. He raised his hand up in front of his face to keep it out of his eyes, but it wasn't much help. ]

Yeah. I'd been thinking about having a shower. Now I guess I don't have to bother.

[ He pushed his hand back through his hair, then pulled back on the reins, leading the mare back away from the water. It was a terrible joke. When it wasn't swelteringly hot, Sam was soaked to the bone instead, and the heat was always worse once rainwater had gotten in everywhere. Who'd get wet on purpose, seriously?

Still, he eyed Amos cautiously. ]

You really talked to her, didn't you? The horse?